| Pictures & Memories |
Grandma visiting and sister too!!
| It brings tears to my eyes as I think of the beautiful little girl I so desperately wanted to bring home with me. I may never know the reason God had for Mollie's death but I do know that many lives were touched. I saw the Love of God as it crossed land and sea. I am still amazed at the number of people who were praying for our family. Sometimes I cry when I look at pictures and remember holding her tiny body against mine. Sometimes I feel cheated. I feel like it isn't fair. I hear stories of people who abuse and neglect their children. It seems that it should be them without the child since they don't seem to want them anyway. Why can't I trade places? I would never abuse or neglect. I would be thankful every day. Then I remember to be thankful for every day that I did have. I may not have had Mollie for long, but I did have her. I was blessed with another beautiful child that I will love forever. |
Through Mollie's short life, the Lord taught
me many things. I learned patience, I learned
to trust in Him, I learned to love
unconditionally, I learned that life is
unpredictable and sometimes too short, I
learned that you don't know how many days
you are given, I learned that the Lord's will is
not always what our selfish hearts would want.
I asked for Mollie to be healed so she could
come live with us. The Lord healed her
completely and took her home to live with
Him!!
me many things. I learned patience, I learned
to trust in Him, I learned to love
unconditionally, I learned that life is
unpredictable and sometimes too short, I
learned that you don't know how many days
you are given, I learned that the Lord's will is
not always what our selfish hearts would want.
I asked for Mollie to be healed so she could
come live with us. The Lord healed her
completely and took her home to live with
Him!!
| Held Natalie Grant Written by Christa Wells Two months is too little. They let him go. They had no sudden healing. To think that providence would Take a child from his mother while she prays Is appalling. Who told us we'd be rescued? What has changed and why should we be saved from nightmares? We're asking why this happens To us who have died to live? It's unfair. Chorus: This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held. This hand is bitterness. We want to taste it, let the hatred know our sorrow. The wise hands opens slowly to lilies of the valley and tomorrow. (Chorus) This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held. Bridge: If hope is born of suffering. If this is only the beginning. Can we not wait for one hour watching for our Savior? (Chorus) This is what it means to be held. How it feels when the sacred is torn from your life And you survive. This is what it is to be loved. And to know that the promise was When everything fell we'd be held. |
God wants me to be totally dependent on
Him, not waiting for some wonderful work.
He will take Mollie's death and make it for
His good but the thing for me to do is to look
to Him completely and to let Him do a work.
Him, not waiting for some wonderful work.
He will take Mollie's death and make it for
His good but the thing for me to do is to look
to Him completely and to let Him do a work.
| Making the decision to have a child - it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body. -- Elizabeth Stone |
| I am drawn quietly to her grave to check on her, Just as I'd have been drawn to her crib. I trim the grass around her marker, And dream of trimming the bangs from her forehead. I place the flowers in her vase, And dream of placing ribbons in her hair. I hold her memory dear to my heart, As I dream of holding her in my arms. Author Unknown |
| For you created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:13-16 Mollie's headstone bears this verse. Daddy chose the bunnies because she was due on Easter and they are so cuddly and sweet just like little Mollie. |